Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Zifu sent Huo Tiancheng, a man with great martial arts skills and a calm mind, and was indeed a good candidate.

Yin Qingxuan on the side nodded, and was quite satisfied with her mother's choice. She picked up the French fries and ate while watching the fun.

The killer is going to deal with Mei Qingge, so there is no need to be too nervous in the first two games.

The martial artists in the rear were extremely excited. The competition between the two top sects in the martial arts world was a once-in-a-lifetime event. They wished they could find two sticks to prop up their eyelids for fear of missing every exciting moment.

Only the guests were not happy. When Elder Han was alive, he wanted them to participate in the competition, but Mei Qingge suddenly changed his mind, and everyone felt a little unhappy.

Fortunately, Mei Qingge agreed to open the library to them so that they could study it at will, and the resentment of the crowd was calmed down a little.

On the stage, Huo Tiancheng clasped his fist towards the other party.

"I am Huo Tiancheng from Zifu. I have come here to learn from Yincheng's skills. I hope you will show mercy, little brother."

This was naturally a polite remark. Among the second-generation disciples, Huo Tiancheng's martial arts was also outstanding. It was just that Dong Liu's group, coupled with the changes in Zifu, made him even more indifferent.

The disciple of Yincheng did not introduce himself, but slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and said a word lightly.

"please."

Before he finished speaking, the sword had already stabbed towards Huo Tiancheng.

Huo Tiancheng frowned slightly. Everyone said that He Yuan was upright and honest, so how could his disciples be so rude?

With a slap of his wrist on his waist, the sword was unsheathed.

He Yuan was also somewhat displeased. Those who participated in the competition represented the reputation of Yincheng, and it was the rule of the competition for both sides to introduce themselves. Moreover, Zifu was the host this time, so they should make the first move.

"Who is this person's disciple? Why is he so arrogant?"

Gongsun Yunfeng stretched his neck to take a look and said, "I'm not sure, but he shouldn't be from our main city. He is indeed a young bull who is not afraid of tigers. Let Mr. Huo teach him a lesson, or he will get cocky."

He Yuan nodded. There were quite a lot of people in Silver City, so it was impossible for him to know them all.

Mei Qingge was sitting opposite the two of them. She saw them whispering to each other, and her eyes were dim. When she saw He Yuan looking up at her, she immediately shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Gongsun Yunfeng glanced at He Yuan and then lowered her eyes.

As the three of them were in turmoil, more than a dozen moves had already been exchanged on the stage. The swords of Yincheng's disciples were sharp, and each sword was pointed at Huo Tiancheng's vital points. In contrast, Huo Tiancheng was steady and cautious, leaving room for maneuver in each move.

Yin Qingxuan frowned slightly, and then she heard a familiar voice shouting beside her: "Come on, Huo Tiancheng, I'm rooting for you, young master!"

Yin Qingxuan turned around and found that Ye Jinglan had sat down next to her at some point, waving his fist to cheer Huo Tiancheng on.

Everyone's eyes were looking over here. Yin Qingxuan was very embarrassed and stepped hard on Ye Jinglan's foot.

Ye Jinglan groaned and said with a dissatisfied look: "We are in a lesbian relationship. It would be boring if we don't shout."

Yin Qingxuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Come on, this isn't a football game. When did you come?"

Ye Jinglan was about to speak when he heard Huo Tiancheng groan. He covered his chest with his hands, and blood instantly dyed his fingers red.

Ye Jingyu frowned and said: "The sword this person used turned out to be a mother-and-child sword."

Yin Qingxuan looked at the man's hands and saw that he was holding a small sword in his left hand that was not much longer than a dagger. There was also an obvious groove on the hilt of the sword in his right hand, which was probably used for the dagger.

At this time, someone on the stage asked, "Brother Huo, are you willing to admit defeat?"